what comes next

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What Comes Next

The age
of man
is coming
to a
digital end.

 

We live
our own
definition
of insanity.

 

We gnaw
the toes
off of hope,
poke the
eyes out
of reason,
soil the
nest
of love.

 

We can’t
be stopped.
Even our
brief glimpse
of the
ultimate
didn’t turn
the tide.

 

We’ll disappear
down a
wormhole
of conjecture.

 

What
comes next?

 

Something beyond
our capacity
to dream,
beyond our
lip-service
morality.

 

The face
of God
will fill
the night
sky &
Zero,
the root
equation
for our
snappy demise,
will strike
us down.

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